000			01851nam a22002898i 4500
001			66540
003			DLC
005			20250828065448.0
008			221114s2023 nyu 000 1 eng
010			_a2022054535
020			_a9780593337868 _q(hardcover)
020			_q(ebook) _z9780593337899
040			_aDLC _beng _cDLC _erda
042			_apcc
050	0	0	_aPS3561.R44 _bB75 2023
082	0	0	_a813/.54 _223
100	1		_aQuick, Amanda _eauthor.
245	1	4	_aThe Bride Wore White _cAmanda Quick.
263			_a2305
264		1	_aNew York : _bBerkley, _c[2023]
300			_apages cm
336			_atext _btxt _2rdacontent
337			_aunmediated _bn _2rdamedia
338			_avolume _bnc _2rdacarrier
520			_a"The moment she removed one long, black glove and touched the rim of the crystal bowl, Madame Ariadne knew the client on the other side of the table intended to murder her. Damn. As if she didn't have enough problems at the moment. She'd had it with the profession. If she survived the night, Madame Ariadne, Psychic Dream Consultant, was going to disappear forever. Her real name was Prudence Ryland but those who paid to have her interpret their dreams knew her only as Madame Ariadne. She had never really felt that the dream reading business was her true calling. Yes, there was very good money in it and yes, she had a talent for it, but she had never liked the work. Tonight it might get her killed. "This is the first time I have consulted a psychic about the meaning of my dreams," Thomas Tapson said. In the shadows of the darkened room his eyes glinted with the reflected light of the old-fashioned lamp in the center of the round table. "I look forward to the experience.""-- _cProvided by publisher.
776	0	8	_aQuick, Amanda. _dNew York : Berkley, [2023] _iOnline version: _tBride wore white _w(DLC) 2022054536 _z9780593337899
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